Lahat ng Kabanata ng STEP-DADDY'S SIN : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Ivy’s POVI know something’s up the second Alexander leans against the doorframe, arms folded, eyes burning into me like he already has me naked and begging.“Put on something pretty,” he says, voice rich and smooth with that edge that makes my stomach flutter. “And get your ass downstairs.”That gleam in his eyes—dark, dangerous, utterly unholy—slides down my spine like a slow lick. He’s up to something. Something wicked.I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms just to show him I’m not impressed, even though my insides are doing somersaults. “What’s the occasion?”“You’ll see,” he replies with a smirk that should be illegal. The kind that promises sin and chaos. The kind of smirk that ends with me wrecked and clawing at his sheets.God help me, my thighs clench already.“You’re so dramatic sometimes,” I mutter, playing it cool, heading for the closet even though I’m already picking the tightest, shortest, filthiest little black dress I own.Behind me, I hear him chuckle—low, smug, cocky.

Alexander’s POVThe moment the engagement news shatters onto the world like a goddamn bomb, everything fucking changes.Every screen flashes with my face. Every headline screams Ivy’s name like a curse. Every whisper, every stare, every judgmental glance screams scandal.I slam the tablet on the marble counter so hard it cracks—just like my nerves. The fucking screen fractures under my palm, spiderwebbed glass reflecting my rage.I don’t give a single fuck about their noise. All I give a damn about is her—my girl.Across the room, Ivy sits like a broken doll on the couch, knees hugging her chest, her pale face drained of the fire she usually wears like armor.Mine. Only mine. I stalk across the floor, each step heavy with fury and protectiveness until I’m crouching right in front of her fragile form.“Look at me,” I command, voice low, rough, dangerous.Her huge eyes lift, swimming with tears she fights to hold back.“I don’t care what they say,” I growl, my fingers curling under her

Ivy's POV The world outside keeps burning.And I keep breaking.It’s not just whispers anymore.It’s screams. It’s threats.It’s hate, delivered straight into my veins every time I look at my phone.Whore. Gold-digging slut. Destroyer of empires.I flinch every time a notification lights up my screen. I can’t even open the news without seeing my face photoshopped onto scandalous headlines, dripping with venom. They're dragging him through hell because of me and I can’t take it anymore.I try to act normal around him, try to smile when he pulls me into his arms, murmurs sweet filth into my ear, fucks me until I forget how to breathe.But when he falls asleep, I stare at the ceiling and think:What if I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to him?I see it in the board meetings he cancels.The partnerships he loses. The cameras flashing like they’re out for blood.People don’t just hate me—they hate him for loving me.I can’t watch it anymore.Can’t stand the thought of being the rea

Alexander’s POV She’s quiet the whole drive home.Curled up in the passenger seat like a fucking runaway I dragged back from the edge. Her eyes are swollen. Her lips are red. Her hoodie smells like a motel floor and her shame.And still—She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.I grip the wheel hard enough to snap it in two, my jaw tight, my pulse violent.She really thought she could leave me.Me.After everything I’ve given her, after all the ways I’ve loved her, ruined her, fought the world for her, she still packed her shit and ran.And now she’s looking at me like I might disappear.Nah. Not tonight.Tonight, she doesn’t get to run. She doesn’t get to make decisions. She gets to feel.And I’m going to fucking make sure she never forgets who she belongs to again.We don’t talk. I don’t need words.Not when every goddamn cell in my body is screaming to claim her.I pull into the garage. Kill the engine.Then I turn to her, slow and deliberate. “Upstairs. Stri

Alexander’s POVShe clings to me like she’s drowning and maybe she is.Maybe I’m the only thing keeping her from slipping under.Her breath is ragged, lips brushing against my neck, warm and trembling. She’s shaking in my arms, but not from fear.No.It’s the anticipation. The hunger. The need."Shh," I murmur against her temple, my palm stroking slow down her spine. "I got you, Baby Girl. I fucking got you."She lifts her head, eyes wild and glassy, lips parted in that way that always undoes me—like she’s about to beg, but doesn’t know how yet."I want you," she breathes.I shake my head, voice a low growl."No, sweetheart. You have me."Her breath catches. Her pupils dilate.I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her without effort—her legs wrap around my waist like she was born to be there. Her lips find the underside of my jaw, wet and desperate, and fuck, I’m already throbbing.I carry her to the bed and lay her down like she’s something sacred. Like she’s mine to ruin. Mine to